Each time I have read or heard (or heard!) this story, new lines strike me as funny---lines that are funny because they're true, and true because they're funny. This time I laughed because I know the feeling of the world rising up in my throat, and I am SO glad your galaxies of words are crowding to spill out, Elizabeth Harwell!
I'm so grateful you keep showing up to hear it again, and by your showing up you ENTER INTO the story! (I would have never arrived at that ending without you.)
All my stories involve the way in which I awkwardly avoid them. I’m not nearly as brave as you when it comes to approaching celebrities. Case in point: Renee Zellweger once asked me if I liked vanilla lattes. My eloquent response?
I’m trying to come up with the context of this but I’m lacking the imagination! Were you standing in a coffee line together? On a movie set? In an icebreaker game?
She was shooting a film where I was living and for about a month was a fellow regular customer at Starbucks. To my pleasant surprise- and this really is a testimony to her good naturedness-she was the volunteer to pick up coffee for the crew.
I ran into Nicole Kidman twice in one day. As I was coming into the Green Hills Library, she was pushing a baby stroller in my direction. I had a feeling I was supposed to know her, and she seemed like maybe she knew me too. I was just about to ask her if she used to go to Covenant Presbyterian when Keith Urban came up behind her and I put it together who she was. Later the same day I saw her at the grocery store.
Also, I used to see John Prine at the Kroger. But then, after John Prine died, I saw him again at a restaurant. So now I'm not sure whether I was seeing John Prine that whole time, or somebody who looked like John Prine.
You mean Annie and Hallie's dad?! (That is the only reason I would know him.)
Each time I have read or heard (or heard!) this story, new lines strike me as funny---lines that are funny because they're true, and true because they're funny. This time I laughed because I know the feeling of the world rising up in my throat, and I am SO glad your galaxies of words are crowding to spill out, Elizabeth Harwell!
I'm so grateful you keep showing up to hear it again, and by your showing up you ENTER INTO the story! (I would have never arrived at that ending without you.)
The comparison to a feral cat got me. So great. Everything about it.
What about you, Sara?? I bet you've got a story about a time you've met a celebrity?
All my stories involve the way in which I awkwardly avoid them. I’m not nearly as brave as you when it comes to approaching celebrities. Case in point: Renee Zellweger once asked me if I liked vanilla lattes. My eloquent response?
Yes.
I’m trying to come up with the context of this but I’m lacking the imagination! Were you standing in a coffee line together? On a movie set? In an icebreaker game?
She was shooting a film where I was living and for about a month was a fellow regular customer at Starbucks. To my pleasant surprise- and this really is a testimony to her good naturedness-she was the volunteer to pick up coffee for the crew.
I'm sorry you got kicked out of the TV show.
I ran into Nicole Kidman twice in one day. As I was coming into the Green Hills Library, she was pushing a baby stroller in my direction. I had a feeling I was supposed to know her, and she seemed like maybe she knew me too. I was just about to ask her if she used to go to Covenant Presbyterian when Keith Urban came up behind her and I put it together who she was. Later the same day I saw her at the grocery store.
Also, I used to see John Prine at the Kroger. But then, after John Prine died, I saw him again at a restaurant. So now I'm not sure whether I was seeing John Prine that whole time, or somebody who looked like John Prine.
That's so funny. My grandmother convinced me as a child that Elvis didn't really die. Maybe John Prine didn't either.
More to the point, this is a great story. And, while Brad P seems like a fine fellow, I'm glad it ended up as a "won't-they."